Bloodthirsty and cold boss, I can no longer love you

It was this kind of thinking that allowed him to persevere and insist on accepting the punishment under the family law.

When he was in love with Qing Qian, Qing Qian could block a motorcycle for him. Qing Qian said that it was because of love that he didn't want him to get hurt.

Now, he has to repay the harm he caused her with injury. No matter how many whippings he receives, he has to endure it!

Da Zhuang whipped Leng Qianhan a few more times, and his entire back was broken. There was not a single piece of good flesh left, and the bloody mess was horrifying.

Yin Lanju is a mother. She looked like she was about to faint, but Leng Bingnuo supported her and she didn't fall.

But Leng Shizun still didn't call for a stop, and everyone watched as the whip was raised and about to fall.

Little Pudding suddenly shouted, "That's enough! I am very angry, but I don't want him to die. Death is the best relief!"

He watched the whole process, which was cruel. He shouted it out, perhaps because he was worried about his father, but it also seemed like he didn't want him to die easily.

After all, his words were equivalent to conveying an order, and Da Zhuang's whip finally stopped. Leng Shizun was actually waiting for him to speak.

Using cruel family rules on his grandson was also a way to give little pudding an explanation, hoping that after his scumbag father was beaten, he would feel better.

He didn't let Da Zhuang continue beating him, that is to say, he stopped the family punishment. However, Leng Qianhan couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes went dark, and his body fell forward on his knees, hitting the ground like a collapsed wall, and there was no movement.

"Qianhan!" "Brother!"

Yin Lanju? Leng Bingnuo ran over in panic and shouted. Leng Shizun also wanted to care about his grandson, but his great-grandson left alone.

Leng Shizun hurriedly chased after him, "Little Pudding, where are you going?"

He was always worried that his great-grandson would feel bad or even have psychological trauma. He was only a few years old!

"I'm going to buy a violin!"

Little Pudding didn't look back. He just said one word and walked away. Leng Shizun quickly asked someone to follow him.

The bodyguard carried Leng Qianhan back to the room and asked An Yanshang to treat him quickly.

In the room of the old house, the bed was made of ancient wood. Leng Qianhan was lying on it unconscious, the flesh on his back was turned over and bleeding. An Yanshang, who has been a doctor for many years, was frightened just by seeing this.

An Yanshang applied medicine to him carefully, and Leng Qianhan woke up from the pain.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm..."

He gritted his teeth but still couldn't help making a sound of unbearable pain. Tears welled up in his eyes. He had never experienced such pain before. His whole back felt like it was on fire.

"You kid, so you deserve this day!" An Yanshang was just being very careful, but as soon as he woke up, he gloated over his misfortune and felt very happy, so he accidentally used a little too much force.

"Ah!" Leng Qianhan couldn't help but scream. Damn An Yanshang!

"It hurts, right? Of course it hurts. Applying the medicine hurts more than being whipped!" He complained as he applied the medicine.

"You have to endure the pain. When you tortured Mu Qingqian to death, why didn't you think about her pain?"

When An Yanshang mentioned Mu Qingqian, Leng Qianhan felt very uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than the injuries on his body.

Da Zhuang, who was clueless, also ran over and said, "Boss, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place. Now my wife and son are gone, and I'm getting beaten up.

This is your Leng family's powerful family law, comparable to torture. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it."

"Hey, I think you are here to upset him on purpose, right? You must be making him feel so uncomfortable when you say this. He is already so hurt!"

An Yanshang only allowed the officials to set fire and not the common people to light lamps, and he acted with a righteous demeanor.

Continuing to apply the medicine, Leng Qianhan cried out again: "嘤嘤, um, 呜..."

He was crying faintly, and he was sad because he had lost both his wife and his son.

Qing Qian hated him, and now his son hated him too. He would rather die than live like this.

As my son said, death is the best relief...

The word "liberation" made him extremely sad. When he abused Qing Qian, Qing Qian thought about dying countless times...

After a while, the medicine was finally applied. Leng Qianhan was in so much pain that he lay paralyzed on the bed, limp.

Da Zhuang said again: "Boss, you need to take good care of your injuries and get well soon! I'm getting married soon, and if you don't come, my wedding will be dull!"

It's obviously a happy event, but saying it in this situation is just a sarcastic remark. The one lying on the bed also wants to get married, to marry Qingqian...

An Yanshang scolded him again: "You idiot, you are here just to upset him, don't stay here, get out now!"

Leng Qianhan felt a little better, as his bad friend An Yanshang still cared about him very much.

Da Zhuang felt no unhappiness in his heart and walked out with brisk steps. He was in high spirits because of the good news. He was going to marry the person he loved soon!

Moreover, he had whipped his boss and felt so proud of himself that his face was beaming, which allowed him to brag about it for a whole year!

Leng Qianhan just thought An Yanshang was a good person, but An Yanshang grabbed the quilt and threw it at him, but the force was not light enough and it seemed to hit Leng Qianhan's bleeding back.

"Ah!" Leng Qianhan screamed in pain and cursed through gritted teeth: "Can't you be gentler?!"

"Ah, why are you screaming? It's just a quilt, how much can it hurt?"

An Yanshang was not convinced and sat down on the bed, causing the bed to shake.

"My friend, you're going to have a hard time tonight. You're going to have a fever. Just bear with it!"

"roll!"

An Yanshang jumped up from the bed and left happily, leaving him alone to suffer and to reflect on himself.

Little Pudding specially bought a violin and then went to the hospital, followed by two bodyguards and He Yongkang.

In the hospital, in Mu Qingqian's ward, Xiao Wuyang stayed by the bedside all the time, his eyes never moving away.

It was already night, Mu Qingqian was lying on the hospital bed, feeling restless again, with an anxious expression on her face, and unable to fall asleep.

Xiao Wuyang stood up, took the violin, and was about to play it for her to help her sleep, but the sound of violin was heard outside the window first.

The sound of the violin seemed even more melodious in the silent night, and Xiao Wuyang quietly put down the violin in his hand.

He knew who was playing the violin and for whom they were playing. The key point was that the player played it better than him, and he felt ashamed of himself.

Mu Qingqian gradually fell asleep to the melodious and carefree sound of the violin. After making sure she was asleep, Xiao Wuyang asked Ye Ting to take good care of Qingqian and then went out.

Following the sound of piano, I walked outside the hospital building. Little Pudding was playing the piano under a tree. In the white moonlight, the small figure played the piano very seriously.

"Your mother is asleep, there's no need to pull the trigger." Xiao Wuyang said from a distance of two meters and walked closer.

Little Pudding stopped and asked him in surprise, "Really?"

"Well, you play the violin better than I do. Your mother fell asleep in a moment."

"Yeah. Hearing you say that, I feel a little happy!"

Little Pudding put his violin on the bench under the tree and sat down. Xiao Wuyang also sat down, as if they were good friends meeting and becoming close naturally.

"Xiao Wuyang, did you work so hard to practice playing the violin just to pursue my mother? The girl you like is my mother."

Although little pudding is still young, he understands these things about adults very well.